You Are My Unforgettable Love

The moment the Weibo message was posted, thousands of people had commented.

They were all angry comments directed at her:

[I swear! It’s just a small competition, is there a need for this sort of behaviour? What a pig!]

[So ugly that she doesn’t dare to show her face. To think that she would actually dare to vie for the first place with my Purple Fairy? It’s too much!]

[Please put up a fair fight. You don’t even have a million fans, and our Purple Fairy has two million fans. How could you have more votes than Purple Fairy? Do you have no shame?]

Qiao Lian frowned reading all the nasty remarks, and she started to feel angry.

She logged into her Weibo account and as she was about to post a message, she suddenly realized that there was a private message for her. It was from Purple Fairy.

[Purple Fairy: I initially wasn’t going to fight with you since it’s just an unimportant ranking. But since you’re so unscrupulous, I will fight you until the end!]

Qiao Lian was absolutely stumped.

What on earth had she done to court this trouble?

Shi Nianyao, who was next to Qiao Lian, laughed derisively. “I used to think that Purple Fairy was quite a good gamer and a decent livestream host. But I never imagined that she’d be two-faced! I’ve studied Forget Chuan’s statistics and they have risen gradually. Purple Fairy’s statistics, on the other hand, look suspicious. Isn’t that just the pot calling the kettle black!”

Qiao Lian was speechless when hearing this.

She thought for a while and typed out a short reply:

[Forget Chuan: You having fun in your solo play? Retard!]

Qiao Lian had never been a pushover. Even on the internet, she wasn’t going to let someone take unfair advantage of her.

Having given the other party a piece of her mind, she put her cell phone aside and continued to focus on her work.

Compared with the much bigger Team One, Team Two only comprised Shi Nianyao and herself, hence their workload was a lot heavier.

With so much to do, they were kept busy all the way until six in the evening.

Qiao Lian looked at the clock and decided not to work overtime. She thought she might head straight home.

Shen Liangchuan had a strange temperament and insisted on maintaining a physical distance from his housekeeper. Now that he was nursing a wound, Qiao Lian wondered if he had faced any difficulties in his activities at home.

She started to feel anxious as she thought about this.

Hence once work was over, she packed her belongings and took a cab back to the villa.

On entering the villa and changing of her shoes, she greeted Qiao Yi and asked, “Where’s Shen Liangchuan?”

Qiao Yi replied, “Upstairs in the bedroom.”

Qiao Lian nodded and headed upstairs.

Without thinking, she opened the bedroom door and was immediately greeted by the sight of Shen Liangchuan coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.

His hair was still dripping wet—his features were delicately sculpted, yet manly and handsome.

A firm chest, honey-glazed skin, and a clearly-defined 8-pack abdomen. These were all a testimony of his perfect physique, nothing more and nothing less.

This man was impeccable in every way, from his voice to his face and his body.

In a time where beautiful young male celebrities were all the rage, no wonder he could still gather a bigger fanbase than these youthful idols.

Qiao Lian was awed by the sight of him, as her heart pounded wildly.

Right before her eyes was pure, naked seduction!

Calm down, heart!

Her gaze wandered down, stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist.

She suddenly recalled the day before, when she had helped him shower… and that reaction…

Qiao Lian’s face reddened instantly and she quickly turned away.

Then as though realizing something, she turned around and rushed up to him. With one hand grasping his arm she cried anxiously, “Did you take a shower by yourself? Don’t you know that you’re not supposed to wet your wound?”